Busta Rhymes lyrics

Busta Rhymes lyrics

"We Comin' Through lyrics"

Seven Seas Of Rhye lyrics
fear me you lords and lady preachers i descend upon your earth from the skies i command your very souls you unbelievers bring before me what is mine the seven seas of rhye can you hear me you peers and privvy counselors i stand before you naked to the eyes i will destroy any man who dares abuse my trust i swear that you'll be mine the seven seas of rhye sister - i live and lie for you mister - do and i'll die you


Yeah
Serious now
Serious

All my niggas
ONE TWO
Line up and
COME THROUGH
I got shit for all of you to wild out and
DUMB TO
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
This shit is the jerk
So run your jewels and your ones too
All my bitches
WHAT WHAT
I like your whole strut
Bounce and hold your ass out
Make it open and close shut
Watch me bust a whole nut
Right over your whole butt
Slice you down with the dick
Just like you was a cold cut
OH FUCK
Now watch me dig all in your whole gut
Stuff it like a roast duck
Fucking packing a toast
WHAT WHAT
What about you slapping the shit up out ya
Flipmode
We them niggas
And I'ma always shout ya
See how we high rollers
Smoking till we high zoning
Niggas on the corner
Clutter the streets in the night
Saving Forever For Fun lyrics
I've never been so sure about anything before But this loving feeling Gonna be a feeling I feel forever more Looking in your eyes Tomorrow's all I see As long as there's forever baby I will always be... Saving forever for you...ooh...baby You are the only one I'll ever give forever to Lower the lights I want to...ooh...baby Wanna always stay together So I'll be saving forever For you You'll be my world as long a
s roaming
Now see how we got you open
My niggas hold your post
Bitches if your riding with me
Let's see who rocks the most

[Chorus:]
All my niggas (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my niggas and my bitches too (What what)
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
Black out in the truck
Until there's no club to come to
All my bitches (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my bitches and my niggas too (What what)
Bounce and shake your ass out
Break fool and black out
Hit you with some shit
That will make all y'all just pass out

Know I keep that hot shit
Fuck up your block shit
Have y'all niggas stupid
On some straight cock your glock shit
Everytime we drop shit
There's no way to stop shit
Bust y'all niggas ass
Then like to sit b
I Didn't Know What Time It Was lyrics
Richard Rodgers / Lorenz Hart Once I was young -- yesterday, perhaps -- danced with Jim and Paul and kissed some other chaps. Once I was young, but never was naive. I thought I had a trick or two up my imaginary sleeve. And now I know I was naive.REFRAIN I didn't know what time it was then I met you. Oh, what a lovely time
ck and pop shit
Yo we bout to lace y'all
Deface the place y'all
With shit that feel just like
A fucking foot in your face y'all
Is you with me?
(HELL YEAH!)
Before I hit y'all
Flipmode be the niggas
That will be sure to split y'all
We will never quit y'all
We won't permit y'all
Whack niggas to come inside
Like they be the shit y'all
FUCK THAT!
Yeah you know we blaze
And we wreck shop
Put it down for live niggas
While we watch the next fly
All my niggas pass through
Before we blast you
This shit so real
I don't have no need to gash you
We will never calm down
We won't put the bombs down
Rep for all my niggas
And we won't put the arms down
(Yeah you know we keep it coming)
Yo people is good for nothing
(Ay yo!)
Hot to death with shit that always keep you jumping
And rush the dance hall
Until all they ass fall
I make you other corny niggas
Get off the damn wall
And then we bless y'all
With the currently fresh y'all
And hit y'all niggas with flavor
Nothing less than the best y'all
Now we see how we got you open
My niggas hold your post
All my bitches wylin with me
Let's see who rocks the most

[Chorus:]
All my niggas (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my niggas and my bitches too (What what)
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
Black out in the truck
Until there's no club to come to
All my bitches (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my bitches and my niggas too (What what)
Bounce and shake your ass out
Break fool and black out
Hit you with some shit
That will make all y'all just pass out

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